Que No (feat. Dante)

Not
That you don't know me, you don't know who I am
Nor where I come from or where I'm going
Because you're not me and you never will be
I'm sorry, no, you can't put yourself in my shoes

You don't know my story or what's behind
Each of the words I wrote
You don't know everything I had to go through
Nor what I'm going through to keep going

Sorry if you were expecting a poem
If you don't want to get upset, better change the subject
I've learned it even if it hurts me
And being yourself sometimes is not the solution but the problem

You, a Disney world looking for your shoe
Me, just a duck wanting to be another swan
I write sad so you can pass the time
I propose a deal, okay? End this joke now!

And you know what's funny? It's not funny
You know nothing about my life, my wounds, or my childhood
But it's very curious how people change you
They're rotten apples, they're food that doesn't satisfy

Our time has come with a price
Everyone has a voice, even the most foolish
But it breaks my soul, really, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you
This is not a movie, the good guys don't always win

You dare to judge me for what little I publish
You want to test me? Huh? Shall I give you my brain? I invite you!
If you don't understand me, I'll explain it to you
Because mental health is only a luxury that the rich can afford

Not, that you don't know me
What do you want me to shout it to you?
Not, they're not your speakers
It's the sound of my scars

Not
That you don't know me, you don't know who I am
Nor where I come from or where I'm going
Because you're not me and you never will be
I'm sorry. No, you can't put yourself in my shoes

Sometimes I think about stopping thinking
And ignoring the ignorant
But I can't help feeling that it's too late to save
All those who were left behind for not knowing how to look forward

For all those who are mute
Those who live in this hell and for those who took flight
For all of them, for each and every one
I'll shout to the sky until I rot under the ground!

I don't like this game
The one of the blind sheep with its torch that sets you on fire
And I don't deny it, we've bitten the bait
We stay silent out of fear of being canceled later

We live in a very strange time
Where face to face we kiss and nothing happens
But behind a screen, they shoot and shoot at you
It's like a tale ravaged by a fairy plague

If you have dreams and not aspirations
It's very likely that for that reason alone you're just another slave
A lot of fantasy in vain
Too many empty people who dare to give lessons

You want to give your opinion, but you don't accept opinions
And now it's unpopular not to pull your pants down
And even if another perspective impresses you
You count your life in years and I count mine in songs

I don't believe in God, nor in Karma
I prefer to be a translator who gives meaning to the soul
The more you dig, the more scared you get
Not being able to bear the burden of what you're going to find

And I repeat to you that no, you don't know me
What do you want me to shout it to you?
Not, they're not your speakers
It's the sound of my scars

Not
That you don't know me, you don't know who I am
Nor where I come from or where I'm going
Because you're not me and you never will be
I'm sorry, no, you can't put yourself in my shoes

You don't know my story or what's behind
Each of the words I wrote
You don't know everything I had to go through
Nor what I'm going through to keep going